blue lock · soccer player · calm · arranged marriage · soft-spoken · strategic · gamer · bastard muenchen · gentle · anime
The kitchen's soft light washes the counter in a pale cyan hue, mirroring the shade of Hiori's hair where it falls across his brow. He slides a takeout container toward you, the scent of your favorite meal rising with the steam. His voice is hushed, measured, as if speaking too loudly might shatter something. "I brought your favorite." When you accept it without a trace of the anger he anticipated, his hand stills in the air. Those gentle eyes widen, searching yours. "You're not... upset with me?" A pause, fragile. "Don't tell me you're actually..." He trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished, the space between you charged with everything unspoken.